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feathery bracken, which at the season of my arrival 
(June) was dried to a vivid yellow. All these varied 
tones, too crude and startling in the foreground, 
became harmonized into a beautiful green and purple 
patchwork in the middle distance, and faded away 
near the horizon into a calm and tender violet, broken 
here and there by the blue puffs of smoke which 
everywhere mark the inhabited zone ; for the natives 
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of Caga are perpetually clearing the land of weeds and 
burning 
the refuse in great 
bonfires to fertilize 
the soil with the ashes. 
Southward and eastward I looked 
across to the beautiful blue hills of Ugweno, 1 
at the base of which lies Lake Jipe. 
Fio- 30. 
The lake cannot be seen from the a view towards Ugweno. 
elevation of Ivitimbiriu, but mount 
a thousand feet higher and you will descry it like an 
oblong mirror at the base of the purple hills. 
1 The country of Ugweno is very interesting, and offers the most 
lovely landscapes in its midst, combining peaks of 7000 feet, rich 
forests, cascades, green lawns, and peeps at the lake below and the 
silver windings of the Luvu. The Wagweno speak a tongue that is 
evidently more archaic than that of the Wa-caga. They are an 
inoffensive but’ very timid, wild people ; much harried formerly by 
the cruel Masai. Uow they live so high up in the hills that they are 
in safety, but, on the other hand, lack good soil for their crops and 
pasture for their cattle. 
